finita–la–commedia: “My hands are cold, my feet cold, – but the alphabets are burning, burning.” — Octavio Paz (1914 - 1998), from “San Ildefonso nocturne”in: “Octavio Paz. Selected Poems”. Edited by Eliot Weinberger
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